Here's to the boy
In the house on the corner
He stares out the window most nights
Snitching on neighbours
Well it's those who'll be snitching tonight
He said the man from the paper is fitting a camera
To see who walks by at night
The boy at the window
Doesn't really understand what we know
What a time to be alive
Stupid, stupid waste of a life
I could of sworn that I saw you
Walking over that bridge last night
I thought of you mourning the death
Of your very own life
They said they did him over £40
Fucking £40
A quid for every stab of their knives
Cast him into the canal
Was he even dead by now?
As they fled from the scene and they cried
"Brother help me clean my coat I'm covered in blood"
The blood of some poor child's lifeline
18, 17, 16 years old
Murderers they ended his life
18, 17, 16 years old
Oh what a time to be alive